Qing Shan was hopeless because the more one struggled in the spider web, the tighter it would bind.
The overwhelming stench of blood filled the mausoleum.
Qing Shan and Qing Shui's bloodied bodies dangled above like the other corpses, in a creepily awkward manner. The arch on their face were no smiles, but simply an illusion made by the spider webs.
The younger exorcists threw up upon setting their eyes on this sickening scene.
Even Old Li's face had turned as white as sheets.
After witnessing this dreadful sight, nobody dared to make any careless moves. However, their trembling eyes gave away their shock and fear.
This royal tomb had too many uncontrollable variables.
As the old saying goes, they would not be frightened if they were to encounter demons or ghouls.
However, they were like sitting ducks in this terrifyingly treacherous royal tomb and no one could predict what would happen next.
"What do we do now?"
